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Vanilla scented sky, the candlelight can only show so much so let our hands see what our eyes can't. You breathe softly, and move in slow motion we keep a firm grip on this moment cause it will never last as long as we want it to. So lets make the best of a great situation, I think I'll start at your ears and work my way down to your neck, roll over your collarbones end up at your chest, and your hipbones are calling my name. Only I can hear their plea they serve as handles for the night, skin like slik becomes slippery. So lets make the best of a great situation, like every good story there must be an end it's the only way we can relive this again so let it go and wave goodbye, because happiness is a handful of days away its easier to count the days than hours we've learned that the hard way the number is lesser in value and easier to swallow.